The Wrong Game

I love when you do that,” he whispered. “Do what?” “Exist.

Our past has a funny way of becoming part of who we are in the future, and I think that’s the way it’s meant to be. Without the scars, without the pain, we wouldn’t be able to appreciate the times when everything is magical — the days when life is absolute bliss.

They’re both a little crazy , both a little messed up. But they’re choosing to be messed up together.

Before you can win, you have to believe that you are worthy.” — Mike Ditka, Chicago Bears Head Coach 1982-92

trying to be what other people think you should be is a waste of time. Life is too short to be or do or say anything other than exactly what you want.

He could leave. I could leave. We could both end up heartbroken, sitting on the floor of our souls and trying to piece together our lives again. But, we could also find forever. We could take the next steps together—toward a year, five, or maybe, forever. And that was a game worth playing.

She was like a Rubik's Cube in a blind man's hand - impossible to figure out. And yet I was the blind man determined to try.

All you could do was ask yourself what you regretted, what you loved, and what you learned. Then, you moved forward.

Look at you.” He was wearing a Detroit Lions t-shirt.

We were in it together, no matter what was to come, and we would fight for the win. For each other. Until the last whistle blew.

I had surrendered to my feelings for him, backing down on a plan I was so hell bent on sticking with. And now, I was no longer in control. That both excited and terrified me.

Love is a slick, curvy, dangerous road, and no one is in control. It doesn’t matter what you drive, how carefully you maneuver, who you trust to sit beside you or take the wheel when you’re tired.

Belle was the kind of best friend who loved fiercely. She was honest with me always — bluntly so — and she never let me get too comfortable in my little land of control. Just when she saw me slipping into any kind of complacency, she would challenge me. I hated her as much as I loved her for that.

Zach watched me, his eyes so intense that I had to tear mine away. I watched the field instead, hoping he wouldn’t push. “Alright,” he said after a moment. “Hey, look at me.” I didn’t. “Gemma,” he said with a chuckle. “I’m not going to see all your secrets if you look at me for a second.

wasn’t feminine, it was human, and that even